Beauty and then the Evil Beast

I am sooooo grateful I haven’t had time to repaint the back of my truck as this morning, traveling down route 60 toward my San Diego destination, I suddenly find myself behind a fuckin ugliest, most violent display of military might in front of me.

I have to speed up to pass them, but I slow at each of the vehicles in the caravan until the driver glances down at me. I either give him the “shame” gesture if I can control my RRB with an elbow needing both hands, or just waggle my finger “no” if I can’t.

There are about 5 of these horrific weapons being pulled by dark green vehicles and then two sand colored tankish vehicles leading the procession.

I wish John or Andrea were traveling behind me to film these guys and their reactions to my “Disarm the Military” message on the back of my truck. But they’re not. I can only hope the other cars passing us can appreciate this juxtaposition of anti-war and pro-war vehicles. I can’t watch them and the military drivers both.

I slow down in front of the lead vehicle but they quickly drop to less than 40 miles an hour in a 65 mile zone. I also have slowed down but soon lose them. Eventually, I see them pulling off to the side of the road or maybe they are exiting – I don’t know. But I’m happy to have this opportunity to at least expose them to the missives still on the back of my RRB.

The terrain has been sooooo beautiful along this route – and then this hideous scar.

See my previous post for the beauty part...

Beauty

It has been sooooo beautiful driving down through southern California, it's so mind-boggling to think such beauty can exist along with side-by-side such cruelty we are inflicting on human beings so much less fortunate than ourselves.

The poppies are gracing the sides and tops of the mountain like a brilliant shawl gracing an Amazon womon's shoulders.

And the lush green brighter than most winters has tumbled before my drive on both sides of the freeway, despite elevation or normal golden brown starting this time of year.

Young interracial lesbian couple!!!!

This morning I'm standing outside my camper with my breakfast, coffee, water - everything I need to make the 2 hour journey to my veg oil guy's shop when a pickup truck pulls in next to me.

The young white womon driver sticks her head out the window to say her & her partner really wanted to meet me. She went on to talk about how great it is to see someone else who believes the same things they do. She said they were following me down the highway last nite & pulled over into the same rest area, hoping to connect in the morning.

These two sistars are homeless, living in their truck with their two dogs. Both are working full-time but still can't afford a place to live.

We talk for a long time - so long the breakfast I had cooked for my road food was totally cold, but never did I care. They were probably late for work, but it mattered too much to both of us to stop what we were on our way to do in order to talk.

It was soooo empowering not just to know there are young womyn who are woke - struggling but woke - but who also believe they want to be like me when they grow up! Hmmmm

I like that but I love them. Both in their 20's, both holding each other together, both working hard to figure out what is important in this life, in this country, in their loving relationship.

And both inspiring me to keep keepin on!